Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ In'lar-Anth - Through Darkest Destiny ❯ The Taming of Jeice ( One-Shot )

In'lar-Anth - Through Darkest Destiny

Authors: Rogue & DarkSerapha

Email: rogue_raven_13@yahoo.com & Mononokehime@gmx.net

Rating: Strict NC-17. You kids have been warned.

Warning!!

This is hard stuff! Can't cope? Don't read!

Warnings for this chapter:

Strong violence, lemon (if you want to call it that), very graphic rape, blood, SM, dark, angst

Pairing: Zarbon x Jeice

Intro

"Down"

Tell me, how does it feel
When it comes to you
And all the things you say to me
You make me feel like nothing
Like nothing

When you break me down
I'll fall apart and
Wrestle with myself, inside
I'm nothing

And tell me, how should I feel
And all the games you play, on me
You still make feel like nothing
Like nothing

When you break me down
I'll fall apart and
Wrestle with myself, inside
I'm nothing

(When you break me down)
(When you break me down)
(When you break me down)
(And all the things you do)
(Like nothing, like nothing, like nothing)

Tell me, how should this feel
When it comes to you
And all the things you do, to me
This makes me feel like nothing
Like nothing

When you break me down
I'll fall apart and
Wrestle with myself, inside
I'm nothing

When you break me down
I'll fall apart and
Wrestle with myself, inside
I'm nothing

(When you break me down)
(Break me down)

I'm nothing

("Down" by Socialburn)

In'lar-Anth - Through Darkest Destiny

The Hidden Chapter 1:"The Taming of Jeice"

Jeice

Narrowing my eyes I crouched even lower. Just what the hell did he mean by that? I studied him closely. He had this feral glint in his eyes... Oh damn. I recognised a player when I saw one. And Zarbon certainly looked like on right now. He wouldn't...!

Who was I kidding? Of course he would. I had always believed myself safe from him because he was so smitten with the monkeys that most of his goals lay there. He had never shown any interest in me at all and I was glad about that. His reputation… was scary in certain parts. I had no wish to end up like Vegeta two years ago or like some other of Zarbon's interests, who had never lived to see the light of day again. I could only hope that I was wrong with my suspicion...

"Just what are you trying to pull off here?" I hoped that the nervous strain was not audible in my voice.

Nervously I threw my long bushy white hair over my shoulder. I didn't need covering now, I needed free hands so that I had at least a remote chance. Though fighting naked wasn't what I called ideal conditions.

Zarbon

My eyes widened and I laughed again. My voice rang with whole hearted amusement.

"What a good question! Actually, I haven't had to pull off anything yet... You did it for me..." I moved quickly and caught him full on, slamming him against the wall behind him. I snapped my hands onto his newly broken arm and squeezed, pressing him back to the wall with my thigh grinding against his still hardened member.

"You seemed to be in need of some relief, my friend. But I think that you have put yourself past that choice by now."

Jeice

I couldn't help a small whimper as the broken bones in my arm were moved against each other. Then he was pressing against me and I didn't know what was worse - the pain in my arm or the pain in my groin. I had been so hard for such a long time and I really needed release. But not like this!

It had been a VERY long time since I had lost a game and even longer since I had been on the receiving end. And with Zarbon of all people! Somehow I sincerely doubted that this would be pleasurable at all. I had *seen* one of his last little playthings… or rather what had been left of it. I would not surrender! I wanted to live, dammit!

"Nnng… Never! Never, you fucking bitch-frog! Go get yourself a monkey!!" And with that I kneed him squarely in the crotch. Hard.

Zarbon

My body tightened up at the blow and I grimaced, a throaty groan hissing between my teeth but I did not back off from him. Letting my whole weight settle on him rather than bending over, I gripped that broken arm all the tighter. My words were strained but clear.

"That was a very dumb thing to do." I twisted that wounded arm and pulled Jeice with me, slamming him chest down on the ground and sitting on him, catching his legs much the same way I had done to Goku the other day. Only this time I took his arm and grasped it near the wrist. I exerted a certain amount of ki and after a long and agonizing moment, during which my smile grew back, another loud snap could be heard.

"How many times can you stand that? I may claim something more precious if you ever do something so crude again." I stated evenly. I had been partially hard already from all the... foreplay... and that had HURT. Now that I had him stunned for a moment I caught his other arm and bent it behind him. I lifted him and dragged him back to where we had started, forcing him down on his knees. I leaned close to his ear and spoke low.

"You know how I despise uncleanliness." I pressed him face down onto the floor so that the puddle of spit sat just in front of his eyes. Such disrespectful behaviour. I was surprised no one had broken him for it yet.

"Clean it up." I ordered.

Jeice

This time I couldn't help it. When he broke my arm a second time I screamed. The pain was excruciating.

"Fuck... fuck you Zarbon... damn… you're going to pay for this..." Then he had me tightly secured and suddenly I was pushed down on my knees. Damn! I felt so vulnerable. I realized that I had brought this upon myself. I had taken him too lightly, had assumed that he would be too occupied with his newest monkey to care what happened to the prince. I should have known better. He was Frieza's right hand for a reason. And one of those reasons was that he could be particularly and creatively cruel if he wanted to. If only I wasn't as exposed as I was! I had no protection against his blows whatsoever! This was far too easy for him. Then I heard his silken voice and the icy coldness made me shiver. I looked over my shoulder refusing to face the floor.

"Never! I'd rather die, you worthless impotent bastard!"

Zarbon

I looked down at him uncaringly.

"You would? Are you sure? You know how this goes, don't you? I know you are fairly new at it but you understand the way it works. You've *done* it. Now you will see how a pro does it." I let go of him and took his left arm again. This time I took it at the bicep and did not waste time prolonging it. I exerted just the right amount of effort and broke it again. Then I buried my hand in his thick hair and slammed his head against the wall up high, Holding him so that his feet did not touch the ground.

"This is how it works. I have left you your strong arm. But from now on I will move to it. After that it will be your hands. Then... depending upon how long you wish to prolong this I will move on to more central bones like ribs and... pity you don't have a tail... The ribs can be dangerous. I can sometimes grow careless with them and puncture something vital. Then it depends upon how I feel... whether I move to the face or groin. I will leave your legs unless you try to flee, if you do I will take those too." I smiled at him once more.

"Just how hard would you like to fight?"

Jeice

This time I nearly passed out from the pain. Fuck! Why could I not fight? I had never been in a more helpless position! It took all my strength to remain upright right now and that was WITH him holding me up! Damn... I knew where this led to. Fighting further would only cause more and more suffering. He would kill me slowly. Thinking was hard with this kind of pain but I tried nevertheless. As far as I saw it there were two possibilities. Either I played along and he would kill me slowly or I infuriated him and he killed me quick. But the latter was a risk too... and maybe I would have a chance, if I complied... the choice was tough. I moaned as another pain wave hit me. His description really did not leave much to the imagination...

"You're going to kill me anyway. If you want to do it, do it quick. And spare me your rubbish talking!" I snapped at him, still unsure which course to take, sounding much more bold than I felt at the moment.

Zarbon

I showed teeth again in my smile and pressed close to him, letting go of his lovely, thick hair and holding him up with my own body. I slid my hands over his chest now and along his arms, careless of his injuries.

"Oh. You wound me deeply. I'm hurt." I leaned close and took long breath, smelling the fragrance of his hair and nuzzling along his jaw in a contented fashion.

"I will do this my way. And what says that I won't keep you for a while if you do well? I tend to take care of those that I put so much effort into. You should be flattered to be added to my list." I said smugly and then kissed him lightly on those red lips.

Jeice

When his lips touched mine I froze completely. Damn. I had known it from the start. He had been teased and taunted one time too many and I was the object of his choice to take it out on. In a way I would now pay for the bodyguard's ability to get away from him time after time. I smirked wickedly as I decided to take a leaf out of Vegeta's book. I bit down on his lips, then snarled angrily though blood-stained teeth. Rather go down fighting!

"Kisama! I'm fucking revolted! I'll never give up - not to you! And I think that there *will* be some questions should I die on this mission AFTER we have departed from the planet!"

Zarbon

I wrenched away and grimaced at the pain and the blood that ran down my jaw. My ire was lit again.

"You little worm!" I snarled and kicked him hard in the groin as he had done to me earlier. Little bitch! I would show him how to act with me.

"There's something else I forgot to mention." I placed my hands on his chest and a bright aura of charged ki glowed around them. Completely harmless. Completely untraceable, it would leave no wounds. But it lit nerve endings and pain receptors like a scorching fire would. A technique of my own devising. I let a reasonable amount charge up and then released the energy directly into his chest.

"You are nothing outside of the Ginyu force. There is not even one other of your race on the warship. No one will question me and Frieza will pardon me from my negligence once I deal with you."

Jeice

Oh gods! Oh fuck! Never before had I felt such pain! It coursed through my body as if I was bombarded with sharp iron arrows, piercing, unstoppable. And I screamed. And when he finally stopped I slumped down to the floor, unable to hold myself up anymore. My broken arm throbbed excruciatingly and my whole body was in agony. This was worse than dying! Much worse!

"You... Kisama... Zarbon..." I couldn't even manage any coherent sentences anymore.

Zarbon

As he lay there crying in pain I stood back and just watched.

'Mmmmm...' That felt nice. I closed my eyes for a moment to enjoy the sounds and then I pulled my armour off, tossing it to the side along with my shirt. Kneeling down, I crawled closer to him gracefully and slowly while he regained his senses.

"Yes" I stated softly in a husky voice.

"Shall we do that again?" I reached for him with one hand this time and charged it, the pale glow was not that noticeable but those who knew what it was tended to see it coming a mile away. It was most satisfying.

Jeice

I stared in horror at the pale glowing hand. No... not again! I tried to scramble backwards but all too soon found myself trapped in a corner with no possibilities of retreat left. I clutched my broken arm to my chest and finally could not keep the fright that had lurked beneath from showing in my eyes.

"No... not again..." I did not beg him - not yet... but the memory of that pain was still too fresh and my voice gave away what I felt by shaking slightly.

Zarbon

I smiled that knowing smile and came closer. I slid up against him again, chest on chest and slid that hand along his skin. He seemed to learn quickly but he was still defiant. He was not even close to breaking. It would take much more than what I had done already. I reached out to kiss him again and pressed my tongue past his lips. Would he give in to me this time? Was he so easily manipulated? I had not thought he would be so easily conquered.

Jeice

That bastard kissed me again and I couldn't retreat anymore. I didn't know what to do! He was clearly in the better position and that technique of his... I started to understand why many feared him and his lovers - or rather victims - were so unusually quiet about their nights with him.

I myself was not part of the sappy-long-gentle-foreplay -party. I had always delighted in pain. I couldn't even help being turned on by this! But... I had never yet seen someone torture another with such casual cruelty. Rumours were that Frieza himself had taught Zarbon. If that was true, the Repta-jin had learned well. But I was NOT broken yet!

Swiftly I jerked my head and our foreheads clashed with a sickening crack. He drew back, slightly stunned and I scrambled away hastily. If I could get out of here and to the common room were the weapons were stored...

Zarbon

I winced and then grinned as he tried to scramble away. Oh good. I let him go for a short ways while I allowed for my headache to ease a bit and then I launched after him. I caught him at the door and pressed my glowing palm to the small of his back, releasing the attack in one light swift move. It was stronger than the last had been since it had been allowed to charge longer.

I tangled my fingers in his white hair as he arched and twisted, his screams made me rock hard as I dragged him back. I slammed him down on the floor, facing upwards, and held him there until he calmed again.

"I said that if you ran I would take your legs. Should I give you a second chance? I don't normally do that." My hand was glowing again.

"By the way. When I find I must move to more than the first wounds the penance is doubled. You receive both a shock and a broken limb. When it triples... Well... I'll leave that for later." I looked down at him waiting to see just what he would do. Casually, as if I were not even aware, my non-glowing hand began to stroke along him, sliding down to his still partially firm manhood. I glanced down with a wry look.

"I'm surprised. I could almost swear that you might be enjoying this." I looked back to him teasingly.

"Are you enjoying this?" That was definitely an interesting thing to know.

Jeice

This time I damn nearly passed out from the pain. It felt as if I was burned alive. The pain was raw, no source definable, running over my skin and through my body. It set my soul on fire and branded me with it's intensity. I arched and screamed for what seemed like eternity. Afterwards I lay breathless and with no more strength, unable to move or even speak. And still... still that little perverted twist inside me could actually enjoy it. And I knew that Zarbon could see it. Then he touched me and I nearly howled again, this time in half pain - half pleasure. I panted, breathless.

"No... I... don't... unnnh...." If he learned that I actually did get off on pain there was no telling what he would do. And yet something inside me craved it, needed it, cheered him on. Oh gods, no... I didn't want to… and yet...

Zarbon

After one light stroke I took my hand away and slid it along the rest of him, over sleek muscles and up into his hair again. I smiled down at him. He had fear in his eyes and they flickered to my glowing hand but there was something else as well. Hmmm...

I crouched over him and slid up along his shivering body, pressing my hardness against his hip. I wondered just what it was that I could see in his eyes.

"Are you pleading for you legs or for something else?" I asked in a lusty voice. I did not reach for his lips again. He was not tame yet. I licked my way down his throat instead.

"Do tell."

Jeice

I swallowed audibly as that glowing hand came near my body again but it stayed a few inches away. Zarbon knew extremely well what he was doing to me. And he used his superior position. I knew how these things went. True though, I was an inexperienced player compared with him. I had played the Game for probably three or four years. When I started serving Frieza I had been on the lower end of the chain for a long time until I managed to slowly make my way up to be accepted into the Ginyu-Team. I had sworn then that I would never allow this to happen again. And now I had caught myself in the trap I had set for Vegeta. What irony.

"Ha... hai... The legs... don't..."

I closed my eyes briefly, sickened by my own pleading voice. Then I opened them again to stare at that hand that promised so much pain. I just could not tear my eyes away from it. The perfect torture. And the worst was I didn't know if it frightened me to death or aroused me - or maybe both...

Zarbon

His weak voice sent shivers down my spine and I found one of the corded tendons that stood out on his tight throat and bit it, feeling the elasticity strain under my teeth. Good. He was beginning to give way. Time to press my advantage again.

"You are mine now. Mine to do with as I please. I will provide pleasure..." I cupped his groin with one hand, fondling him delicately, almost gently before continuing.

"...and I will provide pain." My ki charged hand gripped his wrist and yanked his broken arm straight, causing the breaks to separate fractionally, my palm was warm and tingled menacingly against his skin but did not cause pain just yet.

"You will do as I say. You will follow my every whim and answer my every question. And you will do so to my satisfaction or you will be punished. I will not give you another chance." I told him lightly, as if we were sharing a friendly conversation. Then I flipped him back onto his knees, face to the ground as I had a few moments before.

"Now clean up your mess." I ordered once again. Just to see if he would comply this time.

Jeice

There it was again, the pain, and I found myself unable to resist it's deadly lure. I had experienced this before, this chain, this vicious circle that swirled down into darkness. I had nearly lost myself before and it nearly was my demise. That's why I swore never to allow it again. And yet now I found myself in exactly that position, unable to break free, unable to protect myself against the pain - and the pleasure. For it did pleasure me to be dominated like this, it did pleasure me in a sick, twisted kind of way, when he called me his. I had strived for two years to conquer Vegeta, to make him mine, to dominate and break him - but the truth was that just as much I myself longed to be taken and broken and it scared me. Because I knew that the Game, despite it's name, was deadly serious and that the players tended to forget it was a game as soon as they won… and that I could loose much more in this game than my life or my health. I could loose my very soul.

Then he pushed me and I stared in horror at the floor. Horror it was because I *knew* that I would not do it. My spirit was still not broken, and there were some things I just would not do and the worst was that I knew that pain was to come and I anticipated it in some sick masochistic desire. I wanted it. I had played and I had failed and I was to be punished. But I could not let him see that. If he gained knowledge about the kind of power he held over me, I was doomed. I knew what a sucker for power he was. I would never be free again. Therefore I had to play my part. I had to succeed! I could not let him know!

"Never, you green skinned *galure*!" The insult rolled smoothly from my tongue and I just hoped that he did not hear how close to my breaking point I was.

Zarbon

I hadn't thought so. He had been the predator long enough to have forgotten humility. I took his broken arm and twisted it harshly behind his back, angling upwards as far as his shoulder joints could handle. I could hear them creaking under the strain. Leaning over him, my larger body covering his in this position, pressing intimately against his naked form, I brushed his mussed hair away and suckled gently on the shell of his ear before whispering.

"Are you sure?" My warm glowing hand sliding down to place itself over his flat stomach.

Jeice

Shivering in anticipation my eyes were wide and frightful. I could feel the tingling, promising touch. The pain from my broken arm had grown accustomed and dull compared to that blinding, searing white pain that he could bring upon me. I whimpered lightly as my body tensed in anticipation of what was to come. And still my mind screamed in two voices, one to stop and one to... I didn't even want to voice what the other one is screaming.

"Zarbon... don't... don't do this..." My speech had grown incoherent by now and I barely knew anymore what I said. My inexperience showed. After all I was still very young compared to him and the rest of the ship. I had risen fast and I had thrown myself headfirst into a game I did not fully understand. And now I faced ultimate humiliation, and it scared me. It had happened before but never had I endured such pain and such... utter helplessness. It was so alluring to let myself go and play the role he wanted me to and yet that cursed duality of my being would not let me. There was still the pride burning that made me achieve my status quicker than any other Ginyu-Team-member had ever done before. I shivered slightly in fear and in sick desire, my arousal rock-hard and waiting to be touched. If anything I would beg him for that now, but even in that my pride denied me.

'Truly, Vegeta, we are much more alike than you think, and even more so now. Maybe that's why I strived to possess you. Maybe that's why I wanted to break you. Because if I did that I would have proved myself more worthy, stronger than you. And you have always been the epitome of strength, mentally and physically...'

Zarbon

I chuckled, feeling him shiver against me.

"But, Jeice, you are doing it to yourself." I informed him in a soothing tone. I let go of his arm now and reached down, turning his face to mine, looking into his unsteady and insecure red eyes. I liked what I saw there.

"So young. I often wondered just how you got to where you have in such a short time. You are unique." I licked at his lips and my now free hand slid over his side and down to grasp his firm hip, slipping around and down his thigh to the sensitive inside, just below his arousal. He was so very aroused. He could not hide it. I arched against his back, letting him feel my own hardness against his unguarded skin. I had never paid much attention to him before, but seeing him like this opened up many possibilities and I seemed to see him as if for the first time. Perhaps I should have taken note of him long ago. He was rather exotic. And strong willed. That was what I loved about Vegeta. He was one of the few that I still had not completely broken. I captured Jeice's lips again, believing that this time he would not be so eager to draw my wrath... though he had already earned punishment.

Jeice

It was all I could do to not respond to the kiss. I dared not withdraw yet again. He knew what he was doing to me... and there was nothing I could do to hide it. My heart thumped fast in fear. I had heard so many rumours and from what I had experienced so far they did not cover even half of the truth. I would die tonight, I was sure of it. Die at the hands of this man.

I was alone on the ship, no one would miss me. A replacement for the Ginyu-force would be found quickly. I had always relied on my strength and status but now both were taken away from me. There was no one like me on the ship. I had no kin, no fellows to call to. I was one of a kind. My race lived on the far outskirts of the galaxy, and I was the only one that had ever risen to travel to the stars. I was the only one strong enough. I would never see my planet and my people again. They had been weak. I was strong. But not anymore.

I felt fury at my fate. This should not happen. Right now I should be celebrating my victory. I should have Vegeta! I could not help but see the irony.

Zarbon was only doing to me what I had been about to do to the prince. Maybe it was all a sick scheme of justice. I chuckled low at the thought.

'See this, Vegeta? You're already being avenged...' And by none other then Zarbon… The chuckle rose to a snicker and then a laughter. I could see Zarbon stare at me oddly but I just couldn't stop. It was a dark sick laughter and tears were streaming down my face while I laughed, tears that I would never have shown otherwise, but my restraints were broken now.

Zarbon

He chuckled suddenly and I drew back to see his face more clearly. His trembling increased and his stomach quivered beneath my hand with the laughter that began to stream from him. Yet the expression on his face was dark and tears appeared at the corners of his shifting eyes.

I was touched. So very touched. I caught one trail of hot salty tears with my tongue and took his mouth again, swallowing the laughter. It was so lovely to hear his anguish coming out so clear and sweet. Perhaps I would save the punishment for now. I wanted to savour what he was giving me. In the midst of his tragic realization of his situation I decided to use another tactic. One that was just as enjoyable and rewarding. I let the ki in my palm ease, not extinguishing it, and wrapped my warm hand around his arousal, sliding along its length slowly and smiling as I dipped my tongue deep into his hot mouth.

Jeice

And yet again he changed and I was reminded that with Zarbon, you could never be sure what would follow next. That was a trait of his race. The fickle moods they had, change came to them easily. He shoved his tongue into my mouth yet again and I could not suppress a shudder at the sliding sensation.

Oh yes, he knew how to treat me, he knew how to break me. He had years and years of experience in this. Then I felt his hand on my rock-hard need and to my horror I found myself whimpering needy and arching into his touch.

No! NO! I would not submit to my desires! But god, I had been so hard for so long... if only he would grant me release... but no! This was giving him even more power over me. I mustn't! I willed myself to stay still, absolutely still. To not participate. Let him do this to me, but do not participate.

I knew what was to come. Of course. I had been about to do it to another only a short time ago, remember? The question was just how he chose to take his pleasure. I almost wished for it to be quick and rough. I wished that he would not torment me any longer. At least the pain could be used to hide behind. But if he made me submit to him... I could not stand that. There it was again.

'So similar, Vegeta... so similar... I wonder if you'll ever know.' I realized that still tears were running down my cheeks and I hated myself for it. I should be stronger than this! I had to be! To prove my point I started to struggle again, but it was only a shallow attempt and Zarbon knew it.

Zarbon

At the first movement he made, arching into my hand, I knew I had him. Even after he froze again and forced himself to be still I could feel him trembling. It had been quite a while since I had had a playmate like this. I could taste the thickness of his tears in his mouth still and flicked my tongue against his teeth teasingly.

I had a notion. A feeling... I slid my other hand over his flat stomach again, my hand on his arousal tightening slightly. I drew back from his mouth so that I could see his face. I wanted to watch his expression. Take in his reaction. He needed to know just how much he was mine now. I let the tiniest amount of ki charge. The faintest whisper, though even that was enough for most. I wanted to see if I was right. Holding him against my chest and hips firmly I let it go low against his abdomen.

Jeice

Pain whispered over the ends of my nerves, a ghostly pain, more like a memory. It was almost like a gentle caress, not like the lancing searing coil I had experienced before. Pain like a lovers touch, gentle, subtle and utterly my undoing.

This time I could not bite back the moan, half from pain, half from pleasure as my synapses backfired and that strange cycle started anew, that accursed loop that allowed me to take pleasure in my own suffering.

I had always wondered whether this was just me or if this was a trait of my kind. Frieza had found me on my planet when I was very young and he had taken me with him, taken the strongest of my people in an unmistakable warning. I had been the pinnacle and the pride of my kind and by taking me with him he had crushed their hopes as completely as possible. I had never had anything but a sneer and disdain for my kin who had surrendered so easily, who had allowed that someone took from them what they had strived for for so many years. I had never had a friendly thought about my people - at least I convinced myself of that. There was not much I could have done otherwise. Betrayed. Abandoned. But I had wished I could ask someone if what I felt was normal for my kind or not.

At our standards I had been a mere child when Frieza took me - as a kind of hostage, that had been perfectly clear. And even now I felt that I was not really truly mature after our standards, despite the things I had done in the time between.

Now I found myself here, surrendering to the pain, surrendering to the pleasure. No! I did not want to! I snarled, but it came out more of a moan. I struggled fiercely, trying to break the lock he held me in. I was beyond caring about my arm now. I had to get away before I lost it completely. Even dying was better than this!

Zarbon

I gave a shuddering lustful sigh, my body stirring so strongly at the outcome of this little experiment. I was so excited now that I could barely contain myself and his sudden struggling and friction only made it more overwhelming. I moaned outright against his ear and gripped him tightly, not letting him put even an inch of space between us. Oh yes! I liked this new development extremely well! Licking my lips I did it again just out of perverse need. I was so turned on by my new toy. This time I let the charge be just a tiny bit stronger.

Jeice

"Nnnng... aaah... please stop it!!" I couldn't bite back the plea. My whole body arched and writhed with the pain running up and down my spine like electrical currents.

Oh gods! Stop this, stop this assault! Why did he torture me so? Did he want me to beg for an end? Probably he did. He wanted to hear it, wanted to hear me scream... all the rumours were true.

He wanted me to admit that I was within his power... that he had complete control over me now… That I would take whatever he gave me only to end it... to find release… that's what he wanted to hear from me... and I was near the point where I would give in. So near…

Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks and baptized the floor with their crystalline fragments. The worst thing was that this ugly demon inside me, that little imp that enjoyed seeing me writhe in pain, that laughed at my agony and demanded more, just wouldn't be quiet. It raised it's ugly head and laughed at me, at my helplessness. It was part of me and yet it felt so alien… and it was my greatest weakness.

'I don't want to give in, I don't want to break... please let me not break... - you will break... you must be punished... it's justice, you deserve it... you are worthless, Jeice... you only got what you wanted to do to another...'

My twin souls screeched in my mind, making me squirm and moan. He pervaded my mind, subtly subjugated my will. I could not give in to him... but I was so close. I had no control over my body whatsoever anymore. He had it. I was at his mercy, he gave me pleasure and pain and I could do nothing against it. He had already bent me though I despised it bitterly. Jolts and waves hit my body again and again as I stared unseeingly into the darkness of my own devastation.

Zarbon

His body betrayed his words. His will was still with him but he was losing his fight. I loved hearing him beg. It was the best part sometimes, hearing them beg. How long would it be before he begged for me not to stop, I wondered.

"Mmmm... I don't think I want to stop. I'm having too much fun. It's much better this way, don't you think?" I again began stroking him softly. Despite my words I had begun to lose my own patience. I wanted to plunge into his hot body and make him scream again. I wanted to hear his shriek and feel him shudder beneath me. I couldn't wait to take him fully and make him yearn for what I could give. I might even consider giving him relief if he did well. But I was patient. The best only came with patience.

"I'm quite content as things stand. Tell me, Jeice, tell me how it feels. Tell me what it's like. How does it feel to fall? You've enjoyed being on one level with the rest for so long." I asked quietly, my breath warm on his ear, my hand sliding over his sweat slicked skin, his arousal throbbing, his body shaking below me and his delicious heat rising up against my skin.

Jeice

To fall... his words made shivers run over my flushed skin. Had I fallen? Already? Was it too late? I wondered what would become of me.

First I had thought that he would kill me for my disobedience. Now I knew that he probably would still kill me - but not before he had taken his pleasure in me. I was afraid. Despite how I acted, despite how I used to play - I was young and I had thought I was invincible for a short time, like all young ones do... and now my wings were broken and he was right - I was falling, fast and deep. And no one would catch me at the bottom.

I had lost my body to others a few times in the past. I had made them pay. I even had lost my will one time before... way back when I was just a young pup, barely knowing what was going on…I didn't even want to remember it.

But I never lost my pride and my soul. Never. I never gave in to the pressure. But he was taming me, both with pain and with pleasure and I could not fight him anymore, as much as I wanted to. I was so helpless. My last resort was to try and not show him. Not give in completely. I would not tell him how much it hurt and how much my inner demon craved it and how very afraid I was.

I shook my head, showing that I wouldn't tell.

Zarbon

He refused to answer my questions. His eyes closed tight as he shook his head. I spoke softly, pityingly, soothingly.

"You know what will come of this. You would bring more pain on yourself?" I asked him lightly.

"I told you what would happen. Are you ready for it? I reserved punishment for your last defiance. You get double now." I stated with a light and easy tone. Taking his good arm I pulled it back gently and began to twist at the elbow. Slowly straining the tendons, listening to them creak. As I did it my hand glowed brighter and grew warmer. I took my time letting him understand just what was coming. Then, just as an audible pop sounded I pressed my glowing palm to the centre of his back and released my ki to flood into his body. Letting go of him and pulling away to give him room to truly experience his punishment, I took a deep shuddering breath, baring my teeth at the beautiful sight.

Jeice

"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh..."

I could not stop screaming, I could not… so much pain… stop it stop it oh god I am dying!

I thought I felt it all before I thought I'd been through the worst but he gave pain a new dimension and this was still only his goddamn foreplay!

"Kisama... I won't... nnnng... " I knew whatever would follow would be worse and dying couldn't be as bad as this…

I didn't want to die, I wanted to live but I couldn't... there was no more breath… this was not pleasure nor pain anymore, even my inner demon whimpered and lowered it's head, this was pure agony and torture...

Zarbon

He stilled again, his strength gone. Again I knelt next to him. His voice had grown hoarse now. I smiled calmingly down at the tears that drained from his eyes. Leaning over him I caressed them away.

"There, there." I reassured him.

"It's over now. It fades away quickly. See?" I brushed my fingers through his hair once more, pulling his mind away from the tremors that left him so weak and limp. He whimpered quietly. I slid my other hand along his side, across his chest and over the arm that I had just mangled. The price of his disobedience.

"Now..." I began calmly after his shaking began to subside. My hand slid down, tickling over his delicate velvet skin, still perfect and unbroken.

"I asked you a question. How does it feel? How do you feel now? Knowing that you have brought this upon yourself. That you continue to bring it on yourself. I am not so cruel. I treat what is mine well as long as it shows the proper respect."

Jeice

I tried to respond... anything to escape this pain... anything...

I didn't even realize the change, I was past the point where it mattered... I'd do anything as long as this stopped. My voice was hoarse from all the screaming, tremors still wracking my body. My eyes were closed, I could not look at him. Shame was flooding me, shame at my weakness but… I could not fight anymore... could I...?

"Feel... never... Za... won't... just… hate..." My brain was so scrambled. There was a haze of agony clouding everything. My mind screamed not to give in but my body was defeated and I was so afraid... no more...

Zarbon

My brow lowered disbelievingly and I rebuked him kindly, turning his face towards mine.

"Oh, Jeice... Surely that is not true." Amusement danced in my voice as I considered him, then I leaned down to look him in the eyes. He had wanted to dominate the prince of Saiyajin. That had been his whole goal for a long time. He never made it a secret. On this trip he had deferred to me until I had given him the permission he wished... but then he had thought to do as he pleased. Now. Having him to myself this way. Dealing with his foolishness... learning more about the fascinating quirks of his being.

I couldn't hold back having a little fun. That was what this was all about after all. He couldn't possibly give in so easily to a little pain. He was merely stunned by the suddenness of the situation. I could see the perfect way to draw him back to himself.

"The prince always had an answer. He could be so very imaginative at times." I said with a smile.

Jeice

He gave me a little break and finally the immense agony started to subside a little, allowing me to breathe again. My body was weak, every muscle severely strained from the wrecks he had caused me. And still I tried to push myself up, tried to get away... almost unconsciously. He only held my chin now, gazing into my eyes. I wanted to look away but couldn't. His grip seemed gentle, almost tender at first, but when I tried too turn my head it grew stronger until he threatened to dislocate my jaw. I didn't know what he wanted from me. All the games I had played so far had not prepared me for this. He confused me. Others had taken their pleasure, had raped me, but it had been quick and they had left me afterwards to slowly heal. He would not. He prolonged it, stretched it, halted the inevitable, causing me to shiver in nervous scared anticipation. I was always waiting for the pain to return... and somehow this was much worse than when it actually came. At least I thought that at the moment.

I gathered the tattered remnants of my pride around me like a shield, trying to keep my last bit of dignity, sanity, as hard as it was in this humiliating position with the weakness and the pain.

He said Vegeta had never ceased to answer. Vegeta... I had longed to have him... he had been here too... he had been through this and yet he had been unbroken enough to be just as worthy a prize as before. How did he do it? How did one face this humiliation and live? Vegeta had kept his pride and arrogance… I wondered if I could do it too. I had nothing to loose anymore, hadn't I?

"You… fucking… bastard, Zarbon." I pressed it through gritted teeth, the pain making my voice slur.

"One day I'll… unnh… see you… on the floor. Maybe I'll be… nnng… stronger than you one day… maybe not… but mark my words… hnn… You're going to pay!"

Zarbon

There was the defiance. He was finally beginning to rouse again it seemed. It did not matter if he fought, it made it more worth it in the end. He would break soon enough. I had heard that statement before and they all gave in at some point. There were very few who might even possibly ever be able to follow through with it. I doubted Jeice was one of them.

"How touching. I'll wait for that day." I promised him and then my hand charged.

"But for now... You are mine." Holding his jaw in a firm grip I again leaned forward and forced my tongue between his lips. He would give in to me. He would choose to do it. He stiffened and my hand tightened again. He felt as if he was just about to fight back when I caught his groin in my charged palm and held him tightly, a very small stifled sound coming from him. I stared into his eyes, daring him to try to bite me again. I was ready to deal out the severe punishment if he did.

Jeice

I just didn't know what to do anymore. One half told me to fight till my last breath, my pride speaking - told me, that if I gave in I would be lost... I could not give him that satisfaction. But the other half spoke of pain and fear and death and a thousand small tortures... and my demon whispered to me of defeat and slavery, of the allure of giving up.

'I dare not! No...'

'You must... you will... you are weak... you deserve it...' His tongue in my mouth, slick, hot... it made me sick and I closed my eyes… but I dared not pull back. Would this ever end? What would it take to make him end? The pain... and I was still hard, shameful as it was... still aching. I should not, not after all he had done to me. But my body betrayed me. My inner demon had still power over me. A silent tear slid down my cheek.

Zarbon

Pleased, I took advantage of his submission, letting my tongue quest through his mouth. I pulled him to a sitting position and slid from his mouth down his throat and chest, holding him upright, running my hands over his damaged arms. Then I turned him around, settled his smaller form into my lap, grinding up against his backside. Showing him just what I had in store for him now. I pushed his hair off to the side and enjoyed the feel of him for a moment. Then I pressed him forward to kneel on the ground, standing up from him and forcing him to catch himself.

Jeice

Suddenly he left me alone and the pain subsided down to a dull ache. I slumped to the floor, unable to hold myself up without help. My body was in sensual overload, all synapses alert and ready to fire at will whenever he chose to punish me again. I could not think, I could not move and naturally I could not dream of using this chance to get away though to my honour I might say that I tried. And failed.

Zarbon

I stood up just long enough to rid myself of the rest of my uniform and then I was back. He did actually try to crawl away. I had not been sure if he would anymore. That was fine. I wanted him to have some life left in him. He wouldn't be able to scream very well if he did not.

Catching his waist I pulled him back and pressed against his ass, hunching over and trapping him beneath me, the heat from his body serving to warm me up. Oh! Thank the creator for warm-blooded mammals! I soaked in the heat euphorically.

Jeice

I didn't get more than five inches before he was back with me and instantly I knew what he had been doing. I shivered and swallowed as the testimony of how much he liked this whole situation was pressed firmly against the back of my thigh.

So cold! I had known that a reptilian race like his was supposed to be poikilothermal, meaning that he changed the temperature of his body according to his surroundings. But I had never felt it like this before. His skin was like ice against mine and it took some time till it warmed. I squirmed under the unpleasant feeling, the harsh reality of what he was going to do with me hitting me yet again. I was not yet beyond the point of caring. From what I could feel against my backside, cold and *huge*, I knew that I might be in for more pain than anyone could take... I whimpered slightly, unable to protest anymore.

Zarbon

I enjoyed the feeling as he squirmed against me and I drew in his heat like a flame. That was one of the draws of the monkeys. They were so hot blooded! So very hot indeed. Warmed now, I felt more lively, more energetic, even more excited. I pulled Jeice up off of the ground and kissed his broad shoulders delicately, placing him back in my lap again so that I pressed against his entrance. I gyrated beneath him and groaned happily. Whether he had given in now or not, I was not going to be disappointed but I was not sure if I was content with his quiescence. He did stiffen when he realized the looming threat that the immediate future held. I ran my fingers through his thick white tresses and my other hand down, cupping his hardness and stroking him insistently. I wanted to hear him. I wanted to draw those delicious noises from him. I wanted him to feel the shame as well when he responded to me. I was going to do whatever it took to get my desired results.

Jeice

I could do nothing but try to curl up and protect as much of myself as possible. I was placed in Zarbon's lap, held by strong arms, feeling the much larger and brawnier body move against my own. I bit my lip as another silent tear ran down my cheek at the face of defeat. I had no chance. I had never had a chance.

My broken arm throbbed painfully and I mewled weakly as he squeezed slightly, reminding me who was master and who was slave here yet again. He did not need to. I understood perfectly what I was in for.

The question was: had he broken me already?

I thought not.

I turned around and let him see the hate that blazed in my eyes. Hate at the humiliation and the weakness he was causing me. I might be almost unable to move but I had not succumbed my spirit yet to him. And as long as that was the case I remained still intact, still myself, and still unbroken.

"H... hate you..."

Zarbon

I met his eyes uncaringly, my amusement still strong. I made no response to him. I needn't speak to him at all anymore. It did not matter what he felt. All I did was grin at him silently and my hand stroked firmly and then warmed. I held tight as I allowed my ki to flow against his most sensitive and prized possession. My eyes rolled up to the ceiling and I let my head lull back under the delicious response. I kept it minimal. Just that soft, heated caress. My hunger leapt three fold at the sounds and bucking, wrenching movements he made. He would have to learn to hold his tongue.

Jeice

If he wanted to hear me scream I had just fulfilled his wish. This charge had by no means been as bad as the first two but it was the place he released it that send me into a fit of wild bucks and yelps. The pain combined with my rock hard arousal was almost too intense to bear. I nearly passed out then, threatening to lose consciousness. I didn't know whether to simply let go and savour the depths of unfeeling darkness, or to cling on and not give up, still hoping for a way out. I was so close to breaking. I couldn't stand much more. The pain, the sick, unwanted pleasure, the humiliation... he was bringing me closer to the brink. I just wanted it to end and I was about to beg him for whatever he wanted to do if only this torture would end...

Zarbon

Just as he began to ease back down from my infliction I took a firm hold of his slim hips and plunged unto his taught body, shuddering at the hot tightness that enveloped me. He screamed again and I held still, savouring the snug feel of him.

"I've been a fool to have ignored you for so long." I gasped as I panted softly. Then with a groan I pulled back and thrust into his still unaccustomed body. He was delectable and the pleasure that suffused me along with the heat that radiated from him made me move faster and slam harder. I let my self control slide just a bit for this. I had waited too long. It was my turn now. I gasped out in a high, thick voice as I took my pleasure in him.

Jeice

"Hnnnnnnnnnnnggg...!" My mouth opened and closed silently as a new kind of pain lanced through me. I stared wide-eyed onto nothing, unable to breath. I felt as if I was being split in two as that cold, thick shaft was plunged into my unprepared taut body. Hearing him grunt in satisfaction I finally found enough breath to utter a single blood-freezing shriek, expressing the unbearable anguish inside me. Oh gods! I would NEVER survive this!

He thrust inside me, ripping my body with his much larger size. Everything was going numb beside that unbelievable pain. I knew I was bleeding profoundly, I could feel it trickle down my thighs. But it did nothing to help. Despite a common belief, blood is not at all a good lubricant. Quite the opposite...

Oh fuck! It hurt! It hurt so much! It was as if not only my body was being pounded mercilessly but as if he invaded my mind too, taking complete control. I could feel it. I knew it when inside all that pain I could feel a single sick jolt of perverted pleasure.

No! Tears were streaming down my face as I bit my lips until they bled, trying to keep it inside.

'No! I cannot enjoy this! I must not!' But it was all in vain. He cradled me to himself and thrust even deeper, showing not the slightest mercy. And somewhere deep inside that twisted part of myself craved it, needed to be punished like this.

"Haaaah.. please... nooo… yamero..." The moan was inevitable. I wished dearly to contain it, to keep it hidden, but even that last satisfaction was ripped from me as I felt my will break.

Zarbon

I held him tight as his body bowed in pain. It was incredible after so long. I thrust into him hard and deep, his blood running down my thighs in slick rivulets. Normally I would despise that, but right now it was just so very pretty… He cried and whimpered and pleaded for it to stop as I rose to the heights. It sent a shiver of pleasure through me and I slammed home harder and rougher. Yes!

He was so very special. I had no doubt that if he walked away from this ship that he would forever be part of my collection. He would be quite a fun exploration. I pressed him mercilessly loving the way he tensed and writhed, crying and struggling but wholly under my control. My hands wandered and to my ever growing delight I found that he was still just as hard even throughout all that I had done to him. I stroked him with a gasping leer, moaning my pleasure shamelessly. He would be a very rewarding one.

Jeice

I was being shoved and manipulated, unable to do a single movement against him. His trusts were so powerful that they stole my breath and I had a hard time drawing enough oxygen. Then pain was still unbelievable. But what was much worse, to my horror he suddenly started to fondle me again, bringing much needed friction to my abandoned needy arousal. That sick pleasure heightened and I found myself moaning and whimpering incoherently at each stroke and trust.

'I want to die... anything but this...' At this point I was indifferent to whether he kept on or finally stopped. I wanted to kill myself. The shame flowed hot through me as I realized how much he had already brought me to the breaking point. His thick length inside me was so cold... I was stretched beyond my limits. So much blood. I could only stare numbly at the small puddle that was slowly forming around the both of us. I wished that I would feel nothing, but I did feel it... every tiny movement, let alone the merciless thrusts that threatened to rip me apart.

"Ha... nnng.. yamero..." And he just would not let go of me, enjoying the helplessness in which my body responded to him. Pain and pleasure alike… just like he promised, that's what he brought to me and that was what was slowly breaking me...

Zarbon

I laughed breathlessly against his ear and slowed suddenly. Was he in so much pain? I couldn't let him suffer could I? Not so obviously at least.

Taking control of myself again I did not press him so hard. I took another approach that was perhaps more cruel. I became almost slow, stroking him in time with my long thrusts. Giving him a little time to adjust. Letting the pain ease a tiny bit. I groaned against him, keeping myself in check now.

'Come now. It's not so bad...is it...'

Jeice

Oh gods of the red flames, no! If he'd just finish it, if he'd just take me and be done with it, I could live with that. I could live with the pain, but not with… this... He slowed, allowed my aching tortured body to accustom to this. Rape... I could live with a rape... as long as I was not forced to take part. But this was an abomination… the downfall of my self.

Zarbon, the master of anguish, was not that merciful. He wanted me to fully submit... to loose everything I was, give it up to him. The ultimate humiliation. And my body responded. Flame-god help me, I could not hinder it. I willed myself still, every muscle tense. It was so hard... even these smaller thrusts hurt so much... and my insides twisted as I responded to it... as my arousal rose now that the main pain subsided slightly.

"N...n...noo... please... not this..."

Zarbon

Oh yes... I pulled him back to lean against my chest as I went to work, sliding sharp teeth over his earlobe, my slick tongue along the sensitive skin there and down along his throat. Caressing lightly over his chest, finding an erect nipple and gently teasing it, drawing a pained unwilling moan from his throat. I explored him, searching for his weak spots, finding just what would pull more of those shivers, those shudders, those sounds from him. And he did respond even though he tried not to. I took my time, breathing heavily against his back. More and more I was able to draw the responses I wanted from his body despite him. Soon... his control would crumble...

Jeice

He chose to torture me further. Tantalizing he varied strokes and thrusts. It drove me slowly over the edge. I loathed myself in that moment. How could I be so twisted and perverted? But it was already too late. I was almost beyond the point of no return where nothing would matter anymore.

"Za... Zarbon... get... it over... no longer..." Each word was accentuated by my sharp, gasping intakes of air as I tried to calm my breath so as to not suffocate.

Zarbon

My hand abruptly shot into his long hair and I wrenched his neck to the side so that he looked up at me over his shoulder. Delicately, in contrast to the harshness of my sudden movement, I dipped down and took his mouth in a passionate kiss. Then I smiled at him again.

"No. I will indulge for as long as I want. I will continue for as long as it takes until I am satisfied." I told him good-naturedly. Then without warning, I flung him onto the ground. He cried out as he tried to catch himself with his wounded arms and I caught them, twisting them behind his back. I had left them be but now I was not gentle at all. I bound them there with a ki ring and then lifted his hips from the ground so that all of his weight lay on his stretched chest and slammed into him fiercely again with a moan.

"You may choose the extent to which I go, though. I can be very rough... but I can be somewhat gentle if I want to be...." I slammed home again to prove my point.

Jeice

I cried out sharply as he twisted my broken arms. Then they were bound behind my back in an unnatural position and I found myself on the cold floor as he drove harder into me, each thrust making me nearly pass out. Fire was racing through my body and I honestly didn't know how much longer I could take this. My abused body hurt so badly, and still my traitorous manhood throbbed with every stroke, as hot tears flowed to the cold metal tiles beneath, where they mingled with my own blood. I gasped desperately, unable to draw enough breath.

Zarbon

I paused, slowing again. Easing up on the weight I was pressing down on him. I looked over the painful, enticing pose I had put him in and licked my lips.

"Which way do you prefer, Jeice?" I asked him, lowering a bit to take the strain off his back.

"You like the pain. Do you want it? I can give you all you want." I hissed out the words as I slowly, oh so slowly slid in and out of his tight bloody body. I waited for his response, all the while delving into his heat, continuing to pleasure myself with leisurely strokes and finding them unusually satisfying. I normally did not take such care. But I hadn't had to break any of my toys in quite some time either.

Jeice

"End... I want... an end... anything... please..." I wanted to scream but it came out in a breathless whisper.

'Just take me... fuck me... and be done with it...' If only it would be over... before I lost myself completely. Battered and torn I lay before him, unable to do anything but moan half in pain and half in need of something more. It was the ultimate break down, making the victim want the violation in the end, to create this aching need, this burning hell that sucked me deeper with each thrust.

Zarbon

I laughed again and pressed him a little harder into the ground, causing him just a little more discomfort, a little more difficulty breathing, moving a little faster. I bit back a moan.

"And what are you going to do to make me want to end this? Why should I want to end it? What have you done to deserve asking for anything? How are you going to earn this?" My fingers dug into his hips, and I thrust harder, making him give a strangled sob. What was he willing to bend to ease his suffering? I tingled as I waited to learn his answer.

Jeice

Squeezing my eyes shut I drew a shuddering breath. I could not stand it any longer. I felt it, as my will finally broke, as I was bent and submitted to him, and it was the greatest pain and shame of all. I knew what he wanted to hear. What I had to say for it to end. I knew. Lost... fallen. Now I had truly fallen.

And I could only hope that I was able to pick myself up like Vegeta had done when he was through with me... I could only pray...

"Y...yours..." It was all I could say anymore, my teeth rattling so badly and my whole body shaking like in an earthquake. Pain everywhere, and scorching heat and need, so much need and please an end...

Zarbon

I drew to a stop then. I stared down at him and took in how his breath rattled in his throat and his body quivered. Slowly I lowered his hips down again and leaned over him, still settled inside his hot depths. I pressed close to him, letting my weight settle.

"What was that? I didn't hear. Tell me again." I whispered into his ear, listening to his shuddering gasping.

Jeice

I cried out as his full weight settled on me, bending my battered body. Oh please... what more do you want… why... why... I can't... I failed... shame...

"End it... please... f... fuck... me..." It was so hard to say it. But I knew only too well how it went, it would never end until I finally bent and begged him. I gave in. My twisted, traitorous body didn't help any. Weak. So weak. My pride was shattered, my will was broken. I could not fight anymore. I only wanted an end and then to curl up and die. I did not think that I had the strength to forget. To mend my broken bones and my broken self and start anew. Even if he let me live... Oh god… whatever. Death couldn't be worse. Either I would be released from this torture on the way to the shadows and beyond, or I would hopefully find the strength and rise from the ashes like Vegeta had done. It didn't matter anymore. One way or another.

Zarbon

I asked only one more thing.

"You give yourself to me? You give yourself completely in the hope that I will take care of and protect what is mine? Do I understand correctly? You won't fight anymore? You want relief?" My questions were low and simple.

Jeice

I shook my head in fierce denial.

'No! I am not yours! I ...' But it was true. I could not fight anymore. I needed relief. I needed something or I would go crazy. I had gone so far already. This last step was not that tough. Maybe it would end then. Maybe I would be released. Maybe I would live or die but be freed from this hell. One last step. Only my complete demise. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I shook my head and in the same time said it.

"Y… yes..."

Zarbon

I didn't do anything for a moment. I stayed where I was, enjoying how weak and lost he was.

He was mine.

Finally I raised my weight from him slightly.

"You are mine and I will do what I want with you." Then I slammed into him forcefully and pressed him down into the floor, lifting his hips for a better angle. I rammed into him with a growl and pressed him harder into the cold tiles as I rode him more roughly than ever before, creating that light charge that he seemed to like. He would remember this. He would remember the moment he surrendered to me. He would know just what it meant. He would fight again the next time but he would remember this and he would know that I always won. He cried out and I angled into him, letting my ki flow through him again. His scream sent me over the edge then and I dropped all pretence of being even remotely careful. I sated myself in him, hard and merciless. This had been the most fun I had had in a long time. I would not stop now.

Jeice

This was what he had been waiting for and I knew it. I could actually feel the satisfied grin. And... Then he took me.

"Iaaaaaaaaaaa...!!" I swore, nothing could ever have prepared me for that. My broken arms were jerked mercilessly as I got the pounding of a lifetime and it was pain and it was sick and horrible and ripping and torture and agony and I wanted to scream but couldn't and at last there was the worst, the pleasure and it took away the last of my self-esteem, every ounce of respect and pride I might have had left, leaving me bleeding and bare, my self naked to the eye.

Broken.

How I wanted him dead, me dead, everything dead so that this would end... He dropped all restraints and finally used his full strength on me. It was too much. My blood was running freely, my arms throbbing unbelievably and he didn't stop those agonizing torturing touches that kept my nerves on an end, setting fire to my body, making me scream and scream and scream until I was raw...

My synapses overloaded on the stimulation, the pain and agony almost growing too much to bear... And still I felt him take his pleasure in me, felt him ram in and out of my body, that much too large cock filling me to the hilt, felt how he loved it, how he enjoyed breaking me, could feel his victorious grin in every fucking sickening caress.

I screamed.

Zarbon

His screams alone were enough to satisfy me. They made me want to tear him apart for them and I supposed that I nearly did. I was brutal and harsh and made sure that he felt every little thing I did. I flipped him onto his back so that he lay on his tender and mangled arms while I pressed down on him, creating just enough friction against him. I knew that he could feel my stomach pressed against his groin. I stretched his thighs apart rough and wide beneath my hips. And then I proceeded to break a few ribs as I felt that he might be growing numb beneath me.

Jeice

He continued to pound into me and suddenly I felt myself being turned to lie on my back. I cried out sharply as my broken arms had to take my full weight and his in addition. It didn't seem possible but he managed to ride me harder and harder and when I thought that finally it could not get worse, that I had gone numb from too much pain he finally kept his promise and almost casually broke my ribs.

I coughed blood, staring unseeingly up to the ceiling, bleeding, broken, battered and abused and then he took the final straw.

With a malicious smile he thrust deep, tearing something inside and at the same time released another of those pain-inflicting ki-charges.

I could not take it anymore. With a blood-curdling last shriek I felt my conscious self glide into the darkness, feeling regret and overall relief as I finally, mercifully, passed out cold.

Zarbon

Sadly, all good things come to an end. He fell silent all too quickly but I was beyond caring. He had lasted longer than I had thought he would considering the frenzy I had worked myself into over the last few days. I stiffened deliriously and shouted my release before coming to a groaning halt, panting and gasping. I let my eyes close while my whole body tingled and relaxed once more. After a few moments rest, I pulled away from the limp form, and gazed down with a tired smile at the dark blue blood that had formed a puddle around him.

All these years... I would have to admit that he was now close to being one of my favourites. With a satisfied grin I glided effortlessly over his still body and into the bathing chamber. Time to clean myself up.

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